After being tormented by terrible nightmares for another night, Zhao Ji finally believed the sorcerer's divination results.
As soon as the sky was getting light, Zhao Ji, with a haggard face and dark circles under her eyes, could not wait to order her people to pack their luggage and prepare to return to Yongcheng to escape from this ominous place.
As the sun rose in the east, the dazzling morning light broke through the clouds and shone on the faces of officials with different expressions.
"Farewell, Her Majesty the Queen Mother!"
"Farewell, Her Majesty the Queen Mother!"
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Perhaps because she felt that the relationship had been broken off, Zhao Ji was too lazy to maintain the appearance of a loving mother and a filial son, and she got into the carriage without even raising her head.
Gazing at the convoy moving further and further away, the Zhao family members were in tears, as if they had lost their parents.
Empress Dowager! It's only been a few days. How come you've already come back empty-handed?
After insulting the Queen, you insulted His Majesty, and then you just walked away. What should we, the in-laws, do?
In contrast, the officials of Li Si's faction were in high spirits and almost beat drums and gongs to see the empress dowager off.
It's good that feng shui conflicts with each other, it's wonderful that feng shui conflicts with each other. It's best if the Queen Mother never returns to Xianyang. She has been causing trouble these past few days, and a lot of political affairs have piled up for them.
"Yuening, the morning is cold, go back."
Ying Zheng watched the magnificent carriage disappear at the end of the road. The trace of depression deep in his heart completely dissipated, and his handsome brows were filled with relief.
After a long wait, the bullied and insulted child finally got his own moon. The warm and bright moonlight made him no longer afraid of the darkness or the cold.
Those hopeless, unloved, lonely... have drifted away in the smoke of the past. The heart that has been walking alone and wandering for many years has found a place called "home".
"Okay, A Zheng, let's go home."
"I wonder if that lazy Zhao Zhao is up yet. He said yesterday he wanted to get up early to practice calligraphy~"
Seeing her husband open up his heart, Chu Yuening couldn't help but smile, and her pretty face was filled with a quiet and gentle smile.
Some pains are like a piece of rotten meat, lurking silently in the heart. They don't hurt or itch on normal days, but once touched, the dense pain is like torture and torment like a blunt knife cutting flesh.
Only by cutting out the rotten flesh cleanly and decisively can the relationship be completely over, and love will fill the hole bit by bit. The wound will eventually heal and the pain will eventually dissipate.
Ying Zheng put his arms around his young wife's waist, slowed down his pace, lowered his head and listened carefully to the words. His phoenix eyes were as clear as the morning light, without a trace of haze, and the corners of his lips gradually raised a happy arc.
Go home...yes, he has a home.
When they returned to Qinian Palace, they saw the man and the bird eating with gusto.
"Baby, are you up? Mom was about to call you."
"Hey, last night Zhao Zhao asked Yi Yi to wake Zhao Zhao up on time this morning~"
"Hahaha, you're such a good boy~"
Chu Yuening touched the cub's fluffy head, stared at its chubby face, and couldn't help but bend down and kiss it several times.
How can there be such a well-behaved cub~
It's no wonder that she gave birth to these two babies. I don't know what the personalities of the two babies in her belly are like, but no matter what, she will give them equal love.
Thinking of this, Chu Yuening unconsciously stroked her slightly bulging belly, and a soft maternal glow emanated from her porcelain-white face.
"Yuening, have breakfast first."
Ying Zheng got up early in the morning to send the Queen Mother back to Yongcheng, so naturally there was no time for meal. Worried that his young wife was hungry, he led her to sit down and skillfully served her favorite dishes.
It is true that one gets hungry quickly during pregnancy, not to mention that twins need more nutrition. Chu Yuening felt hungry on the way back. She didn't say anything more and scooped up a small wonton and put it into her mouth.
The wontons are small, with green chopped green onions floating in the clear soup, and the tender pork wrapped in the crystal clear dough with a light oily sheen. It is smooth, soft and elastic when you bite it, and it is very delicious.
Chu Yuening's eyes lit up instantly. She ate one after another, and did not forget to share a spoonful with her dear husband who worked so hard.
"A Zheng, today's wontons are delicious, come and try them."
"Okay, Yue Ning should also eat more other dishes."
"Yeah, I know~"
Staring at the wontons handed to his mouth, Ying Zheng first gave an instruction before opening his thin lips to accept the food. He chewed the fresh, fragrant and tender wontons slowly and leisurely, feeling that they were more delicious than any delicacy.
After finishing the meal, Ying Zheng picked up the little kid who was having fun, put him in his arms, and pinched his baby fat that felt so good in his hands, speaking in a gentle tone.
"Isn't Zhao Zhao supposed to practice calligraphy today?"
"Yes, yes, but Zhao Zhao still wants to play with cars for a while..."
"Is it okay, Father, is it okay~"
The soft and cute little kid blinks his big eyes and acts coquettishly, which makes people's hearts melt. How can you resist him?
However, the hard-hearted father was completely unmoved. He patted his little butt and taught him seriously.
"Time flies. Zhao Zhao plays with cars and has no time to practice calligraphy."
"Father, what does it mean when a white pig is over the knee?"
"It's just a fleeting moment."
"Hmm... Zhao Zhao doesn't understand..."
Ying Zheng looked at the little boy who was pretending to be stupid, raised his eyebrows, put him directly in front of the desk, and ordered the palace servants to bring his small jade pen.
Looking at the heartwarming scene of loving father and filial son, Chu Yuening curled up on the sofa, propped up her head and smiled. The bright smile under the sunshine was particularly warm.
"Baby, practice your calligraphy well. Mommy wants to see you write beautiful characters like daddy~"
"Okay! Mother, Zhao Zhao will definitely not let you down!"
After hearing his mother's encouragement, Ying Zhao, who was originally discouraged because of his smudged handwriting, cheered up immediately, pursed his lips, and continued to practice pen control seriously.
Ying Zheng, who was standing beside him, showed relief at the sight. After assigning the boy today's tasks, he leaned lazily on the sofa with his little wife in his arms.
Chu Yuening let the man lean on her shoulder, untied his bun, and gently combed his thick black hair. The tenderness in her eyes surrounded him like a spring breeze.
In the hall, children practice calligraphy, couples snuggle together, and the peaceful and warm scene of the family makes time go by much slower.
Chu Yuening sideways gazed at the handsome man.
Her soft black hair fell on the side of her face, her facial features were delicate and soft, her long eyelashes as black as crow feathers were quietly lowered, and her light pink thin lips were slightly raised.
He was like a gentle and graceful young man, gentle and harmless, completely different from the blood-stained Shura from a few days ago.
She couldn't help but kiss those closed eyes, and gently rubbed his temples with her slender fingers. Thinking back to the Zhao family members who had been jumping around recently, her soft voice subconsciously contained a hint of worry.
"A Zheng, when the Queen Mother returns to Yongcheng, will the Zhao clan's relatives cause trouble?"
"Yuening, don't worry, they don't have the guts."
"Well, that's good, but these relatives don't have much talent or ability. They are proficient in the skills of being servile and currying favor with the powerful."
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